“Come on,” Mikey cajoled. “What’s he going to
say, really? You probably won’t even see him.”
The ache in my pants grew insistent,
throbbing in time with a growing discomfort in my bladder. Pushing
myself up on my feet, I swayed a bit but managed not to fall back
down on my ass. “I have to take a leak,” I announced. I’d worry
about the beers when I came back from the bathroom.
Mikey snickered as he watched me move slowly
toward the door. My head spun in one direction, the room in
another. “I’m locking the door behind you,” he warned. “I ain’t
letting you back in without the booze.”
“Hollow threats.” Somehow I made it to the
door, opened it without knocking myself down, and stepped out into
the hall. Down the dark maw of the steps to my left, silence
yawned. Yes, the game was over. Reaching both arms out in front of
me, I lunged across the hall and hit the door to the bathroom with
my palms. It opened on a clean, empty bathroom with a soft squeal